Bayonetta

Bayonetta

The battlefield lay in ruin—cathedrals shattered, angels broken, the air thick with incense and blood. You stumbled through the debris, chest heaving, blade trembling in your grip. Then… Bayonetta descended.

Without a word, Bayonetta pushed you against a scorched column, her body pressing flush to yours. Her scent was intoxicating—jasmine, smoke, and danger. Every curve of her pressed against you, deliberate and teasing. You could feel the heat of her skin through the thinnest barrier of magic and hair, and yet somehow, it felt more naked than skin ever could. I do love a man who doesn’t know whether to fight or surrender…